was lying in my bed had little butterflies dancing in my belly. I had no interest in trying to figure out why that was, so I ignored the sensation.
That was my intention, anyway.
So much for intention…
Because the second I walked into my room, the first thing I noticed was what I could only classify as a shapely ass peeking out from beneath the comforter. My breath hitched in my lungs and my dick tightened painfully in my pants.
I was so stunned by my body’s reaction that I dropped the plate with the sandwich on it. The bottle of water slipped free too.
“Gideon?” I heard Lex ask in confusion as he turned over. Brewer was busy chowing down on the food I’d dropped.
But I didn’t care.
It’s because his ass resembles a woman’s. That’s all.
I repeated the argument over and over in my head even as my throat closed up tight.
“Gideon?” Lex repeated. There was a hint of fear in his voice. I was shamefully glad he couldn’t see me because I couldn’t pull my head out of my ass long enough to figure out what the fuck was going on. Lex sat up and began to push the comforter aside completely.
Terrified that my body would react to his very unwomanly frontside the same way it had his backside, I snapped, “Don’t get up!” When Lex flinched and fisted his fingers nervously around the comforter, I tried to gentle my voice as I added, “There’s food everywhere.”
There wasn’t because Brewer had gulped the sandwich down in a couple of swallows, but Lex wouldn’t know that. I felt like an asshole for lying to him and using his inability to see against him, but I needed to get a grip on my goddamn body that had suddenly gone completely haywire. “I, uh, need to, uh, go make another sandwich,” I murmured lamely as my eyes settled on Lex’s throat of all places. The sight of the definitive Adam’s apple should have had me running for the hills but all I could think about was what it would feel like beneath my fingers.
Jesus Fucking Christ!
“Back soon!” I practically yelled, then I turned so fast that I tripped over Brewer in the process. Luckily, I didn’t step on him but I did land hard against the doorjamb as I caught myself from falling.
I practically galloped to my bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. I even locked the door behind me as if that would somehow keep the unwanted feelings away.
Hurrying to the sink, I turned on the faucet and shoved my hands beneath the icy water. I splashed my face once and then started scrubbing at my skin. The cold liquid seemed to settle some of the itchiness I was feeling and helped me catch my breath. But when I looked in the mirror, I let out a ragged laugh at what I saw.
My face was flushed red and my eyes looked wild. There was a cut where my hair met my forehead that had likely happened when Lex had inadvertently knocked me into the nightstand. The blood that had trickled down my face was gone, so I couldn’t blame my red cheeks on it. And the paltry injury couldn’t explain away the heat that was still radiating out from my belly.
Not to mention my still-hard cock.
“What the hell?” I whispered as I stared at myself.
I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to bring up the image of the pert little ass in the snug boxer briefs.
I knew what the problem was. With the minor head injury and the fact that I was still coming down from all the excitement, my brain had changed Lex’s backside into a shapely ass in a pair of women’s sexy panties. It had been years since I’d been with a woman, so my dick was naturally reacting to the possibility of getting some action.
Yeah, that was it.
What else could it have been? It wasn’t like I was actually attracted to a man.
There was an uncomfortable niggle in my stomach, but I ignored it and forced out a breath. “Idiot,” I said to the mirror. “Overreact much?” I asked myself before turning off the water and leaving the bathroom. I felt more in control but that little niggle wasn’t going away.
I went back to the kitchen and made another sandwich before returning to my room. Thankfully, Lex had his front to me rather than his back and most of his body was covered by the comforter. His